Mark was in the kitchen doing his homework, and she'd giggled as an idea had occurred to her, and she ran down stairs and into the kitchen.'I can't fi...d that red sweater of mine — I've looked everywhere! Have you seen it, darling?'She started to search the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers, parading her near-naked body in front of him, letting her son see her body from every angle. At last she'd looked in the laundry basket and 'found' the sweater in it, as she'd known all along she. His chair faced mine at a slight angle, and through the tightness of his bluejeans I could see a bulge. Master ran his hand over it invitingly, raising one eyebrow and gesturing in a come hither gesture with his other hand. There's a quirk of a smile playing at his lips- I know he sees the eagerness in my eyes as I drop to all fours from my seat and begin crawling towards him. No hesitation. Master said he has a present for me, and I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.How long ago. I learned every bump and ridge of her penis. With my tongue, and lips,and mouth. I became as familiar as one person can get with anotherperson, tasting their musk and essence straight from the source. Hercock was delicious. I also learned every contour of her balls in myfingers, my eyes closed from the rapture I was feeling. It wasaddictive. It was superlative.I couldn't wait to taste her load.And as it turns out, I didn't have to.Just a few minutes more of exquisite fellatio, and I was. "We went through the shower to wake up, and I didn't shave again. I wanted to have a week's worth of whiskers on my face, but it wouldn't look like a dirty face most guys have because my hair is so light. I was going to wear the wig, but decided to leave it off and told Peanut to leave hers too. She complained that all the women she met last night had nice haircuts and she wanted the same. I promised her that we would find a salon and get her hair trimmed up.We brought our coveralls, gloves,.